Nature Won't Be Summoned To Order And

If Only The Weather Would Improve, There'd Be Hope Of Some Work, But Every Day Brings Rain.

I Perhaps Owe Having Become A Painter To Flowers.

While Adding The Finishing Touches To A Painting Might Appear Insignificant, It Is Much Harder To Do Than One Might Suppose.

The Thames Was All Gold. God It Was Beautiful, So Fine That I Began Working A Frenzy, Following The Sun And Its Reflections On The Water.

Nature Won't Be Summoned To Order And Won't Be Kept Waiting. It Must Be Caught, Well Caught.